[Depends on if it has to pull his arm in front of himself to adjust it or work with it. Though adding a blade to that sharpshooter wouldn't be a bad idea, giving Kaminari some extra close-range offense in case he's attacked by fucking Rubber Man or something. Bakugou's pretty big on being as effective as possible from any range, though he's still best at mid to close.
Katsuki rocks his hips forward as hands slide down his hips, drawing them close together once more. His dick's already perking up from interest and longing, lifting along the other blonde's inner thigh and rubbing at his balls. He drops his hand in a slow caress down his boyfriend's back, tracing over his spine, mapping out the curve of his pelvis, and finally cupping around his ass. Gives one cheek a nice, firm squeeze, encouraging Denki to move with him.]
Good think we've got plenty of hot water.
[Just one grind and Katsuki's leg hikes up on the ball of his foot, pressing his thigh flush against the other boy's hips. He tilts his head to the side, opening more of his neck for Denki's mouth to traipse down to his shoulder. Feels his words as much as hears them over the water. A hot flush glows across his cheeks and throat, and his heart slams harder behind the sculpted mounds of his pectorals. Only to quiver when the blonde gets to his abs, stomach muscles crunching beneath his skin as his shoulders and back hit the wall behind him.]
Glad you're home. [That's a serious understatement, considering how hard Katsuki's clinging to Denki and grinding their bodies together. Touch starved. That's what Denki's feeling. He draws a path from buttcheek to side to ribs, thumb slotting between them to flick over his boyfriend's pink nipple.] So long as you're not against the wall and keep horizontal.
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Katsuki rocks his hips forward as hands slide down his hips, drawing them close together once more. His dick's already perking up from interest and longing, lifting along the other blonde's inner thigh and rubbing at his balls. He drops his hand in a slow caress down his boyfriend's back, tracing over his spine, mapping out the curve of his pelvis, and finally cupping around his ass. Gives one cheek a nice, firm squeeze, encouraging Denki to move with him.]
Good think we've got plenty of hot water.
[Just one grind and Katsuki's leg hikes up on the ball of his foot, pressing his thigh flush against the other boy's hips. He tilts his head to the side, opening more of his neck for Denki's mouth to traipse down to his shoulder. Feels his words as much as hears them over the water. A hot flush glows across his cheeks and throat, and his heart slams harder behind the sculpted mounds of his pectorals. Only to quiver when the blonde gets to his abs, stomach muscles crunching beneath his skin as his shoulders and back hit the wall behind him.]
Glad you're home. [That's a serious understatement, considering how hard Katsuki's clinging to Denki and grinding their bodies together. Touch starved. That's what Denki's feeling. He draws a path from buttcheek to side to ribs, thumb slotting between them to flick over his boyfriend's pink nipple.] So long as you're not against the wall and keep horizontal.